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[alisvart]

They are whispering🫢💞

[redundantz]

been struggling to draw but: Mira 💞

[all-with-angel]

—Bye bye bye

❥ You give them an ultimatum.

❥ G. Satoru, G. Suguru, N. Kento, F. Toji, R. Sukuna

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Taglist 💞: @mikorinstan @bestwomanalive @linaaeatsfamilies @fayeriee

@fushiguroooozzz

A.N. If you asked me why the others arent here, I'd say that they didnt deserve the angst. What I wont say is that I was lazy. (Which i was)

[sillygoose067]

hi!! is it possible for you to write one for lewis pullman in general or bob floyd inspired by this

Hi! Yes of COURSE it’s possible, I’m so glad you asked :) I chose to do Lewis for this one, but maybe in the future I’ll do a Bob Floyd version… 🤔���

Also the tweet itself is so funny I swear I’ve seen it like 50 other times and still laughed at it. Thanks for bringing it back!

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Plus One, Minus Me

Lewis Pullman x Reader

You were halfway through another spreadsheet, fingers stiff from typing, when your phone started to buzz across the desk. The screen lit up with a name that made the corners of your mouth soften—Lew💞.

You tucked the phone between your shoulder and ear, already grateful for the break. “Hey, you,” you said, brushing a crumb from your lap. “What’s up?”

His voice came through, winded. “Quick question—where are you?”

You frowned faintly, clicking away from the screen. “Um. At work? Still chained to the desk. Why?”

There was a shuffle on the other end. Distant laughter. A thud, like someone had dropped something nearby. And then—faintly—a child's voice calling for someone named "Captain Lewis."

“…Wait,” you said, straightening up. “Where are you?”

“I’m at your family’s place?” he replied, like it was obvious. “The cookout. The one you told me about last week?”

Your brain did a somersault. You yanked open your calendar. June 25th — Family cookout, 3 PM — backyard, bring something sweet?

Oh god. You had told him.

“Oh my god,” you whispered. “I completely forgot.”

“I thought you were just running late,” he said, unbothered. “Your mom texted me the address this morning, so I just showed up. Figured it'd be polite to shake some hands and make a quiet exit.”

You groaned, already burying your face in one hand. “I had back-to-back reports this morning. I didn’t even think—I’m so sorry—wait, how are you even surviving out there? My family’s like, full-contact socializing.”

There was a brief silence, and then a huff of laughter.

“Yeah, I didn’t really get a choice. Your aunt handed me a pair of tongs before I even finished saying hello. I’ve grilled, stacked chairs, lost a round of trivia, and now I’m being roped into a scavenger hunt by your cousin? I think I’m her team captain now?”

You could almost see him: sleeves rolled up, awkwardly trying to blend in, probably blushing his way through small talk while balancing a paper plate.

“Lewis,” you sighed, equal parts charmed and horrified.

But he didn’t hear it. His voice had shifted, distracted again. “Wait—someone’s calling me—uh, hey, sorry, I can’t really talk right now, I’m being drafted into backyard dodgeball. Your dad’s on the opposing team and he’s been warming up for ten minutes—I think he’s taking this personally—okay, gotta go—bye!”

Click.

You blinked.

He hung up.

He actually hung up on you.

To play dodgeball.

At your family’s cookout.

That you forgot about.

A scoff caught in your throat—half disbelieving, half amazed. You shook your head and stared at the phone like it had betrayed you. Moments later, a message came in.

A photo. Blurry but full of motion. Lewis in the foreground, red-cheeked and triumphant, clutching a foam ball like a prize. Behind him: your dad mid-sprint, your cousin ducking for cover. Someone had stuck a makeshift nametag on Lewis’s shirt. It read: “TEAM MVP.”

Then came the text:

Lew💞: “Tell me this counts as cardio. Also tell your mom I’m winning? Sort of.”

You felt a smile start somewhere deep and involuntary. A quiet warmth that spread beneath your ribs.

You: “I can’t believe you’re just out there bonding with my entire family without me:(”

Lew💞: “Yeah, well. Someone had to represent you. I’m doing my best. Now if you’ll excuse me, your uncle just pulled out the water balloons.”

Pause.

Lew💞(follow-up): “P.S. Tell your boss you’re missing a great pasta salad.”

———

You managed to finish up your shift a little after sunset, eyes heavy and brain gelatinous from too many hours of spreadsheets and fluorescent lights. But as soon as you clocked out, your feet moved on instinct. You barely thought about it—just turned the wheel and pointed your car in the direction of home. Or at least, the temporary version of it: your parents’ house, backyard still glowing with string lights and the leftover echo of laughter.

By the time you pulled up, most of the chaos had thinned. The crowd had quieted to clusters of folding chairs and flickering citronella candles. A few cousins darted around with glow sticks; someone had put on an old playlist, the kind that lived in your family’s blood more than memory.

You stepped into the yard with a breath held like a confession.

Your parents were at the patio table, sipping something warm, plates scraped mostly clean. Your mom saw you first. Her eyes lit up, though she didn’t rise—just waved you over with a small smile.

“I’m so sorry,” you said as soon as you reached them. “I completely spaced. Work swallowed me whole.”

Your dad waved a hand. “Don’t worry about it. We figured you’d show up when you could.”

“Besides,” your mom said, patting your arm. “Lewis made up for both of you.”

You blinked. “He did?”

“Oh, absolutely,” she said, grinning. “He’s been playing referee, grill assistant, magician, babysitter, and apparently—”

Your dad cut in. “—the reigning water balloon dodge champion.”

You laughed, cheeks warming. “Where is he now?”

Your mom stood, nodding for you to follow her through the side of the yard. “He wore himself out. The little ones ran him into the ground.”

You passed the garden hose, a collapsed beach ball, and a pair of soaked sneakers—evidence of earlier warfare—and then turned the corner into the screened-in sunroom.

There he was. Sprawled on the old futon like a crime scene outline, one arm thrown dramatically over his eyes. His shirt was damp, hair tousled, and someone had draped a beach towel over him like a blanket. Your youngest cousin had left a juice box balanced precariously on his chest.

You stood in the doorway and just stared for a second. He looked so comfortable. Like he belonged there. Like your family had absorbed him fully, and he’d let it happen.

“He kept saying he wasn’t tired,” your mom said quietly behind you. “Then he sat down for one second and passed out like a light.”

You glanced at her, grateful.

“Thanks for looking after him.”

She touched your back, light as a whisper. “He fits, sweetheart. Good one, that boy.”

You smiled, then stepped forward to kneel by the futon. You gently moved the juice box, then brushed a hand along his arm. “Hey,” you murmured. “Ready to head home?”

He stirred, blinking slowly, smile groggy and crooked. “Did we win?”

“You definitely lost consciousness, so… sort of.”

He laughed under his breath, voice husky with sleep. “Your cousin is terrifying. I think I work for her now.”

“Come on,” you said, nudging him upright. “Let’s get you out of here before she demands overtime.”

You guided him to the car, waving your goodbyes over your shoulder as he leaned sleepily against you, still radiating warmth from all the attention and adrenaline. And as you drove, his head tipped gently against the window, you couldn’t help but marvel at it all.

By the time you pulled into the driveway, the stars were out and the air had that summer hush to it—cool against your skin, the kind of quiet that only arrives after a long, noisy day.

Lewis was half-asleep again in the passenger seat, arms folded, head resting against the window like he might be dreaming something sweet. You hated to wake him, but the porch light flickered on as the car door opened, and he stirred on his own, rubbing at his eyes.

“Home?” he murmured.

You nodded. “Just about.”

Inside, you helped him kick off his shoes while he yawned like a cartoon character. He dropped his keys twice, then muttered something about how your cousins had “the combined energy of a nuclear plant.” You snorted as you tossed the spare blanket from the couch over his shoulders and went to fetch a glass of water.

When you came back, he was standing in the kitchen doorway, eyes soft and half-lidded, just watching you.

“You’re staring,” you said, offering him the glass.

He took it with both hands, sipped, then said, “Your mom likes me.”

“She does.”

“Your dad said I throw like a ‘real man,’ which I think was a compliment.”

You laughed and leaned your hip against the counter. “You made quite the impression.”

He gave a sleepy smile. “I just didn’t want them to miss you too much.”

That made you pause. Then step forward.

And tuck a hand into the curve of his elbow.

“I think you distracted them just fine.”

You guided him to the couch and sat down beside him, legs curled under you, shoulder brushing his. He exhaled, deep and slow, like he was finally letting go of the day.

After a moment, you reached over, gently pulling a stray blade of grass from his hair.

He watched you with that look of his—soft, a little amused, all affection.

“Thanks for showing up,” you said quietly.

He blinked. “Of course.”

“No, I mean… not just for me. For them. For being there, even when I wasn’t. You didn’t have to.”

He leaned back, head tilted, eyes studying you in that unassuming way of his. Then: “Yeah, but you love them. And I love you. It’s not that complicated.”

Your breath caught a little. Because of how easy, how logical he made it sound.

And how right it felt, hearing it here, in this quiet pocket of the night, after everything.

You didn’t say anything right away. Just reached for his hand and laced your fingers through his.

Outside, a cricket chirped somewhere in the dark. The kind of sound that only made silence feel more full, not less.

Eventually, he sank sideways into the cushions and pulled you gently with him.

And there, tangled together on the couch, your fingers still warm in his, you revelled in this love you'd found.

[rooksamoris]

FREE MEALS AND MARRIAGE PROPOSALS !!

💞 — in which y'all fake a marriage proposal for free food at some fancy restaurant. 💞 — featuring; jamil viper, floyd leech, lilia vanrouge, ruggie bucchi, ace trappola, che'nya pinker, epel felmier, deuce spade, rook hunt, jade leech. 💞 — gender neutral reader. 300-400 words each. warnings: cursing and embarrassment. here's a link to the jamil solo song analysis i made because im shameless and wrote 4k words on that so it cant flop or i'd die.

JAMIL VIPER.

“No, don’t you dare.”

“Come on, Jamil—it’s a free meal.”

“I don’t care. It’s embarrassing. Hey, sit dow—” 

Before he could even finish his sentence, you were down on one knee, giving him a cheeky grin before shutting your eyes and holding up a little ring box with a fake silver ring. It sat there in a plush velvet pillow, shimmering at Jamil with mischief. It felt like things were going in slow motion, people had begun to turn and look at the two of you. His cheeks and ears began to heat up and he desperately wanted to hurl you over his shoulder and just leave the damn restaurant. 

“Jamil, in the time that I’ve had to get to know you, I have met a wonderfully talented but complex individual with so much to offer the world,” you said, looking up at him with that same cheeky look, but something in your eyes hoped to convey that the words you said were true, “I would be honored if you allowed me to uncover more of your secrets for the rest of our lives, together. Will you marry me?”

Oh, Jamil was embarrassed. He tried not to glare at you, because he did think your words were sweet. His heart skipped a beat at the thought that someone saw him at his complete worst, when ink had blotted his soul, corrupting his being and manifesting into a cruel phantom, and still would want to be with him. He frowned and glanced off to the side, “Yes… hayati.”

You grinned. One free dessert later, you were walking back to campus with Jamil, giggling on and on about his reaction while he hid his expression behind his hood, “Oh, shut it.”

“Aww, they even got a picture of us! Look,” you laughed, holding your phone up.

He grumbled under his breath, pushing your phone away.

FLOYD LEECH.

Listen, Floyd was just getting bored of sitting and just talking over the meal. Sure, it was a nice place, but what use was a nice place if he felt like there were bugs crawling under his skin since he was sitting, well-behaved, for so long. He frowned at you before looking over the dessert menu, not really reading anything until he came to the advert. 

Ah. Apparently, it was a free dessert to whoever proposed in the restaurant. They would have their pictures taken and everything since it was good PR or something like that. There it was, the cure to his boredom, the scratcher for his itch.

A sudden smile came to Floyd's lips and you were immediately suspicious of him. Your brows knitted softly, but before you could speak, he was pulling one of his rings off of his finger and standing from his seat. He grabbed your arm and pulled you up before taking your hand and forcing the ring onto your finger. 

You gawked at him, “Floyd, what the—?”

“Let’s get married, Shrimpy,” he said, but there was a little threat in his eyes as he loomed over you, intertwining your fingers.

“Wa–wait a minute—”

“We can have a beach wedding. And I can take you swimming,” he drawled and laughed. It was clear whatever he was thinking about was not very… safe.

Before you could even answer, people were applauding and there were camera flashes. Some waiter brought out a stack of specialty desserts and placed them on the table. Everyone seemed so happy and you were just dumbfounded. You blinked at the flashes and looked around, lost, at all the cheers. Oh, goodness. You did not even pose for the pictures at all, and you were more than sure they were unflattering. 

Floyd leaned in, his breath brushing against your ear, “Smile,” he laughed, holding your hand out with the ring for another picture.

The dessert was delicious.

LILIA VANROUGE.

“So… when are you gonna propose?”

“Hmm? Oh, darling. You’re going to be the one proposing. I was practicing my cute, ‘a thousand times yes’ reaction in preparation.”

Your eyes widened. You and Lilia had talked about this deal happening at a restaurant near the campus, and you agreed to go out and get a free meal through a marriage proposal. You had assumed Lilia would be the one proposing, you know, being the centuries old fae who fought in some of the bloodiest battles and helped raise a prince. He was leaps more experienced than you and you would not have been surprised to find out if he was already married at some point, all those years ago. 

You looked at the clock. They would be closing soon, and from the evil little smile on the fae's face, you could tell that you were the one who would have to propose. You frowned and stood from your seat, getting down on one knee. There was a gasp in the crowd and you nearly rolled your eyes.

“Uhm… I’m sure many have been in the position that I am in right now, but I wish to make my devotion to you clear,” you began, “I wish for nothing more than the chance to spend the rest of my life with you. I… uhm… will you marry me, Lilia?”

Lilia let out a soft gasp, bringing his hands up to his mouth as his eyes widened in faux surprise, “Oh, a thousand times yes. I would be the happiest man to marry you,” he said and then he wrapped his arms around you while you stood. Once he let go, he looked at the crowd that gathered and smiled at them, “You are all invited to our wedding!”

“Lilia!?”

“What, beloved? One must share their joy, for it grows, hehe.”

He gleefully sat back down with you once the dessert arrived, dedicating the rest of his night to flustering you while he reaped the reward of your embarrassment. Lilia was more than glad to share the pictures with Silver.

RUGGIE BUCCHI.

Ultimately, this whole thing was Ruggie's idea. He came to you with an advertisement in hand, asking you to pretend to accept his marriage proposal at some fancy restaurant he was sure he would be kicked out of on any other day. He asked you because he knew you agree, considering your living conditions in Ramshackle.

This was not the type of place Ruggie felt at home in. He mended his finest clothes just to come here with you, for the sake of a free meal. He was shameless, but he knew when he was not welcome somewhere and he certainly was not welcome here. Of course, that would not matter at all. He came for a free meal and he was going to get that free meal. He sent you a nod, the code that he was about to lower himself and pretend to lay his heart out to you. 

Ruggie got down onto his knee with his usual mischievous smile, tilting his head to the side as he tugged your hand close to him. It was almost romantic the way his pale blue eyes met yours. He looked nice like this, his hair slicked back, his clothes clean and freshly ironed. From a distance, you could not even see the way he had to hem the sleeves and the pant legs to fit him. 

“I can’t give you much, you know. You’ll probably have to work hard with me to get by, and I’m sure we won’t be doing fancy dates like this all the time, but I would do my best to keep you smiling and laughing,” he started, intertwining your fingers, “So, will you marry me?”

You smiled and nodded, “Of course, Ruggie.”

Only after the proposal, when you both were outside with your to-go box did you really think about how entertained everyone was by the proposal. You could have sworn someone had made a comment in the background about how love was more than money or something stupid like that. All while affording their own meals in a restaurant like that, where you and Ruggie had to perform for your attendance.

“Shishishi, you're always thinking too much,” Ruggie said, pulling you from your thoughts, “We got the food. Whatever they think doesn’t matter.”

ACE TRAPPOLA. 

You and Ace had actually planned this beforehand. Come on, you guys are two broke students attending Night Raven College, ordering a meal cost the same as a textbook. When Ace had seen the posting about this restaurant's offer to give free desserts to anyone who proposed there, he was all over it, rushing to your rundown dorm and sharing it with you. After an hour long debrief about how to make it all believable, you dressed up and left. 

Now that you were sitting across from one another, you both had cold feet. It was embarrassing, all these people... turning to stare as you proposed... ugh.

“I thought you were gonna do it already,”

“Shut up, why don’t you do it?”

“It was your idea, Ace.”

He frowned, pouted, even, before glancing down at the dessert at the table. He really did not want to split the bill for this. He sighed before rubbing the back of his neck, “Fine, but you’re giving me the answers on that test,” he grumbled.

Ace pulled out the random little decorative box you guys found to make this look more real. There was not a ring inside of it, neither of you could find anything that would look real enough and neither of you could afford a ring. He got down onto one knee, a flush covering his pale cheeks, matching his hair, “Listen… I know I’m a jerk. I say mean stuff and I don't apologize on time. I get you caught up in all sorts of trouble, but I can’t imagine doing all that alone. Without you. I will annoy you, and I will make you mad, but I would be the luckiest guy ever if you married me.”

Why the fuck did your heart skip a beat at all that? You looked into his eyes before nodding, “U–Uhm, yeah— yes.”

Once you guys left, a to-go box and free dessert in hand, Ace reached over to pinch your cheek, “You were blushing,” he teased.

“Shut up or I’m gonna eat these pastries without you.”

CHE’NYA PINKER.

You had brought the idea up to Che'nya, a fake proposal for some free food and he was more than down for it. In fact, he dressed in his finest and tried to stay on his best behavior till the day of. It was suspicious, and you were sure he had to have been planning something... the day came, and you reminded him what you agreed on, a quick 'will you marry me?' and a 'yes' and then boom, free food. 

But, before you knew it, you were drinking your fruit cordial when you heard a little clink. You looked down at the cup and saw a little ring. Before you could react, cameramen appeared and a live band showed up, playing some romantic classic. 

This bitch ass cat. He just had to push the glass of the table when you told him not to.

He gazed at you with a cheshire grin before disappearing and then reappearing before you, on his knees. Holding your hands up to his lips for a kiss.

“When my mind is tangled up yarn, you pull it apart and weave the greatest blankets to keep us warm,” he said, smoothing his thumbs over the back of your hand, “Haste makes waste, but if I do not hurry now, someone else may take your hand before me, and the divine know I could use your helping hand. My two are great, but I could use these extra ones of yours. So, what do you say? Tie the knot?” 

You were glaring down at him, but it just made him more gleeful. But then you sighed, “Fine… uh— I meant, yes.”

The music ended with a flourish and applause while the waitress brought your free desserts. Once you guys were heading out, Che’nya could tell you were livid, but still leaned on you as you walked. Now he had a great video of you floundering during his fake proposal.

“Artemiy Artemiyevich Pinker.”

“Ooh, you sound purr-fect when you’re mad. Still, you should be nicer to your fiance,” he giggled.

DEUCE SPADE.

This whole situation was your idea, but Deuce, ever the gentleman, decided he would be the one to propose to you for this whole scheme. Ultimately, he owes you for helping him study, getting between him and Riddle during the tumultuous first part of the year, and saving him from getting in trouble by vouching for his character. 

You always said it was what friends were for, but he still believed he owed you. 

Deuce was flustered beyond belief, his brows furrowed while he looked up at you. He had been in this position before a few times, lowering himself to tie your laces so you did not trip and fall, or when he bent down to pick something up for you because if he was anything, it was thoughtful. But this was so different. He was asking you to marry him... for a free dessert, sure, but it was a proposal nonetheless.

“I know I’m not… super romantic or anything. Honestly, I’m clueless about this whole thing,” he mumbled. His pretty green eyes were nervous, but there was a determination there as well. It almost looked real, the way he was laying his heart out to you, telling you about his flaws while asking you to spend the rest of your life together. Albeit for a free meal, of course, “But I know one thing for sure. I want to marry you and be together for the rest of our lives. I’ll mess up sometimes, but I promise to try and fix things. Will you marry me?”

It was all so sweet you nearly forgot to answer before nodding quickly, “Yes, of course, yes,” you said.

Deuce sighed in relief, like he was seriously proposing and stood back up as the free meal was brought out. He tried to spend the rest of the date talking to you like normal, but he could not stop the racing of his heart whenever the image of you looking surprised, lips parted and eyes wide, came to his mind.

“Still flustered, Deuce?”

His cheeks were pink and he just looked away from you, mumbling something about how it was all worth it.

EPEL FELMIER.

“Hah!? No way, I’m proposing first,” he hissed at you, his lilac brows knitted as he slammed his hands onto the table.

You shook your head, “I made this plan up, so you should let me propose.”

“Yeah, well I won’t look manly getting proposed to, so let me do it.”

That annoyed you. You held up a little violet velvet box. 

The ring and the ring box were from Vil, a gift he got you a while ago for your help with the VDC. A token of his appreciation which would now be used to propose to the student under his watch, within his greatly esteemed dorm. The sight of it just irritated Epel further. 

Epel shook his head stubbornly and then stood up so quickly that the chair fell down behind, capturing the eyes of everyone in the room. He snatched the ring box from your hand and then got down on one knee, frowning with pure determination. His wide teal eyes were beautiful as ever, but filled with a fire you often saw when he got extra stubborn. He held the box up to you with his dainty looking hands, but you could look deep enough to see the calluses from carrying heavy apple baskets.

“Will you marry me? I promise to protect you from everyone and provide you with a very comfortable life. I swear on my great great grandmother’s apple orchard. I’ll personally cut down the trees with my bare hands if I disappoint you! So— so marry me!” he blurted out. Once the words left his lips, the blush settled over his chubby cheeks.

Your heart raced a little bit and then you managed a little nod, “Yes— I’ll marry you,” you said, quickly before anyone could see through the act.

Once you guys had your desserts and left, your mind drifted back to his words. Epel, on the other hand, had a hand on his stomach, patting it, stuffed with sugary goodness and satisfied.

ROOK HUNT. 

Rook was someone who could have just paid for the dessert. Honestly, it was no skin off of his back, and as Le Chasseur d'Amour, it meant little when it came to the mission of romance... but, proposing was enticing. Even if it was for just a moment to get a free treat, it would make for a greatly romantic spectacle, and theatrical was his middle name. 

His piercing green eyes drifted over the advertisement a few times, and you noticed it. He caught your gaze and then stood. Sevens, drag him back into his seat before he— “Rook, please don’t—”

“Ah, mon cœur! My heart has been shot by the deity of love!” he exclaimed, dramatically placing a hand onto his forehead, before bowing.

People had flinched in their seats at how loud his voice was. Rook had expertly captured his audience into his trap and now it was time for the skillful hunter to go in for the kill. He spared them little attention as his gaze met your flushed face again. 

Gently, he took your hand into his own and brought it up to his lips, pressing a princely kiss to your knuckles before he knelt down, pressing the back of your palm to his forehead, “Le Chasseur d’Amour has been captured by you, and it would be my honor to spend the rest of my days admiring your beauty. Allow me the honor of joining you in matrimony, binding our very beings to one another, so even as our bodies decay, they may rest beside one another.”

He let go of your hand to reach for a ring box in his breast pocket, gazing at you with what looked like pure love, “Marry me and I will devote myself to your joy.”

You covered your face and just nodded.

“Ah! My heart bursts with color—”

“Rook, please sit. I’m begging you!”

JADE LEECH.

“Oh no… I don’t seem to have enough for dessert. Whatever shall we do?”

He feigned an upset expression, his brows knitted softly, a little frown on his lips as he shut his eyes, a sigh of resignation falling from mouth. There was even a convincing little slouch in his shoulder, but you knew better than to believe any of it. 

You looked down at the little laminated paper on the table and it hit you. He did not invite you out because he wanted to hang out, he invited you out to embarrass you. Jade was the mad scientist and you were the experiment. He used sharp tweezers to pluck out reactions from you, moving you from vial to vial to see your reaction. 

You frowned, “Jade, you asshole.”

His expression shifted. He grinned, but it was far from sweet or innocent. He stood from his seat, making sure it made enough noise to draw eyes to the two of you, before gracefully getting down onto one knee, holding up a shimmering velvet box up to you, his free hand against his chest, “In the many years I have know you,” you were barely completing your first year since meeting him, “You have only surprised me with your nurturing spirit and your sweet reactions. I bring this ring, a token of my love, and humbly lower myself before you to ask if you will marry me,” he said, bowing his head for extra effect.

You heard someone mutter a ‘oh my, so sweet’ and you wanted to cringe. You looked down at Jade before sighing, “Yes,” you replied, less than pleased.

Jade stood, taking your hand and slowly sliding the ring onto your finger, letting you feel the cool metal against your skin, accompanied by the softness of his skin. He leaned down to your face and pressed a kiss to your cheek for the viewers, before whispering into your ear, “So, which dessert did you want?”

©rooksamoris 2025. do not steal or translate my work!

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[softsunnyy]

okay, let me talk about this because i'm a horny ball with access to tiktok, and i need to talk about whatever's on my mind, starting with what it's like to kiss Lando baby

my sweet boy might react with a huge smile, giggling, and attacking your face with more kisses; clinging so tightly to your body that you know there's no turning back. You'll have to hold him in your arms until he has to move. But it's not really something that bothers you; he's just sweet, adorable, and you'd give anything to see him smile like that more times throughout the day.

now... there's also another option... when his kiss is slow, deep, with one hand on your cheek and the other on your waist, taking over that space as if it belongs there, touching your skin under your shirt, while he reconnects his lips to yours; this time with more desperation.

and the room echoes with kisses; one after another, while he enjoys and takes full advantage of his privileges as your boyfriend; with his hands running over your body, which he knows by heart.

then he moves down your neck, and you know it's dangerous, that things could get out of control, but you can't say no, not when his gaze melts you, makes you feel small, ready, at his complete disposal.

and if you're on his lap? you better start moving. You'll draw those sweet grunts and gasps from him, with his lips close to your ear, making you listen closely, sending a rush of heat to your pussy, which quickly began to throb.

and you roll your hips, feeling how he reacts for you, while his mouth takes care of biting and marking your neck, as if it were nothing, as if it wouldn't cause you problems later. He was just enjoying too much how your skin is changing color because of him, igniting something inside him that is more primitive, wild, feral, but that you don't dislike at all.

this possible reaction from Lando only leads to an entertaining moment, where you don't need to go fast, since we know he can go slow, hard, and still have you falling apart on his sheets, breaking into a thousand pieces while you whimper his name over and over like a broken record; with your hands fisted on the bed and your cheeks stained with tears from the pleasure that only he knows how to provoke in you.

and even though his gaze changes, and his touch becomes more possessive, when you finish, he's back to being your sweet boyfriend, with a tired, yet boyish, proud, completely annoying smile, and with his hands bringing you closer to his body, while he leaves kisses all over you again, unable to detach himself for a second.

he's obsessed with you, and he just loves you too much, and i can 100% see how a simple kiss from you could have him reacting in either of those two ways, like his call to stick to you.

but that doesn't matter to you, does it? because he's your sweet boy. You'd do anything to see him so happy and excited, especially after the stress of every race and every decision.

[aurorawritestoescape]

That makes me so happy! Thank you for reading, love!🌸💞

LUCKY YOU

Joel Miller x f!reader x Clint Flood || 3,2k

Summary: A usual evening with your boyfriend Clint and his best friend Joel turns into a night full of lust and ecstasy - Or - Clint and Joel go down on you.

Tw: 18+ mdni, smut, modern au/no outbreak au, F!ORAL, voyeurism, fingering, rimming, unprotected piv, anal, creampie, cum eating, multiple orgasms, praise kink, pussy/cock pronouns, swearing, alcohol consumption (not by reader). Reader has no specific physical descriptions. Clint can lift reader.

A/n: Grab your toys y’all, it’s a steamy one lol Huge thank you to @ghoulettesinspace for this inspiring ask. Love you, friend! This story is my submission for the Magic Number writing challenge hosted by @schnarfer @whocaresstillthelouvre and @mothandpidgeon 💞 Thank you for creating this hot event! Kisses to @milla-frenchy for beta-ing and being my everything💋 Hope you all will enjoy being a meal❤️

Dividers by @/saradika-graphics 🌸

MASTERLIST || more Clint || more Joel

You've been dating Clint for a few months and his buddy, Joel, often came to hang out at his place. The men were about the same age, both older, both handsome as hell, but Joel never seemed to be interested in you.

At first you were fine with it, you were his friend’s woman after all, but his indifference soon started rubbing you the wrong way. Why would he look through you sometimes, as if you were not there? Didn’t he think you were hot? Or at least deserving of something other than a fleeting glance?

Driven by spite, you started doing everything to get the man’s attention. Wearing tiny shorts and tight tops around him worked wonders - he blushed like a teenager and stammered a shaky ‘Howdy’ whenever you opened the door to him.

Clint saw through your games, but didn’t mind them at all. Even better, he seemed to rail you harder after Joel’s visits.

It’s a usual night at Clint’s place. You two are chilling on the couch, his heavy arm around your shoulder, Joel‘s sitting in a lazy boy nearby. The men are sipping beers and watching some old action movie.

Not interested in the plot, you’re scrolling through Tumblr, and of course, at one point, a porn gif graces your dash. Clint notices it and hums, watching a guy eat a girl out on your screen. You feel his lips at your ear, his hot breath fanning your neck.

”Gonna do it to you tonight.”

You smile and bite your lip, shooting him a glance that screams ‘Yes, please!” His voice and his promise are enough to get you hot and bothered.

You put your phone away, cuddle up closer to your boyfriend and rest your bent leg on his thigh. Clint growls and bucks his hips, a huge bulge in his pants impossible to miss, and you gush, ogling it with hunger. It reminds you of the previous night — Clint’s hard cock fucking your mouth, then stretching your pussy so well, his sweat dripping on your bouncing tits. You squirm next to him and Clint hums, sensing your arousal.

He’s barely watching the movie now - his palms are sliding up and down your naked arms and thighs, his breathing is deep and heavy.

He gets ballsy and, not minding Joel sitting nearby, sneaks his hand under your shorts. His thick finger dips into the pool between your folds and he gruffs,

“Fuck, baby.” He immediately brings his hand to his mouth and licks your juices off, making you bite your lip at the sight of his tongue sliding over the glistening digit.

Joel hears Clint’s groans and turns his head in your direction. He doesn’t realise that his buddy is being a horny menace and continues watching the movie.

Clint keeps playing with you - presses kisses to your face and neck, kneads your tit under the top and squeezes your asscheek. By the time he cups your pussy over your shorts, soaking them with your slick, you’ve turned into a complete mess, desperate for any stimulation.

“Need you,” you whisper against his cheek and he rasps quietly, “I got you, baby.”

Not making you wait, he shoves his hand into your shorts, quickly finds his way to your wet hole and pushes two fingers inside.

You swallow a moan, your eyes set on Joel, sitting close, oblivious to the fact that his friend is knuckles deep in your cunt. Clint starts moving his digits in and out, curling them and skillfully bringing you higher to your peak with every stroke.

“Fuck,” you murmur, feeling yourself getting close, and push your face into Clint’s neck, in hopes of hiding the whimpers, crawling up your throat.

“Let it go, babygirl,” Clint whispers and you do. You come, pulsating on his fingers, your eyes squeezed shut. The orgasm is rippling through your body in waves as you’re clinging to Clint’s huge body. When your climax starts to dissipate, you kiss his cheek and give him a satisfied smile.

Your breathing is slowly coming back to normal but then it hitches, when all of a sudden Clint asks,

“Hey, Joel, do you like eating pussy?”

You stare at your boyfriend with your eyes widened, and then at his friend.

Joel furrows his brows and looks at Clint with a mixture of bewilderment and amusement.

“Scuse me?”

“You heard me, do you like giving head?”

“Fuck off, Clint,” Joel chuckles and returns his attention to the tv, but you don’t miss a slight blush of his cheeks.

Drunk on endorphins, you surprise even yourself when you push, “Do you?”

Joel locks eyes with you, but you’re not backing down. You raise your brows and stare at him with defiance.

“Yeah, we wanna know.” Clint sneers and shoots you a proud glance. Joel glares at the two of you now, but he probably knows well that Clint won’t let it go, so he replies with a shrug,

“Not really.”

Now it's Clint’s turn to be surprised.

“What? Why?”

“Dunno, not my thing.”

Joel takes a sip of his beer and clears his throat.

He’s always been reserved so you know he would never talk about his sexual life like that. The beer must be coursing through his veins, loosening his tongue.

“Is it ‘real men don’t do it’ bullshit?” You don’t hide disgust in your voice and Clint retorts,

“The manliest thing ever. What the fuck, Joel?”

“You know, what I think,” you turn to Clint with your brows pulled together, “Maybe he just hasn’t met the right person.”

“Or the right pussy,” Clint smirks and you giggle.

Joel’s beet red at this point, his eyes glued to the bottle in his hands, and you start feeling a little bad for the guy. Clint doesn’t seem to care. He’s giddy with excitement when he pulls you close and whispers in your ear,

“How about we introduce him to the right pussy?”

You blink a few times and then your lips curve into a mischievous smile.

“He just needs a good role model,” Clint says, sitting up next to you and pulling your shorts down and off your legs. His eyes are set on Joel, whose brows are getting lost in his hairline when he sees what his buddy is doing.

“This is insane,” Joel groans but doesn’t leave, doesn’t move at all. His body is frozen, his gaze is sliding over your naked ass and thighs.

“You ok with it?” he asks, locking eyes with you and you nod eagerly, biting your lower lip, turned on by the depravity of what’s about to happen. It’s impossible to deny - you’ve craving Joel’s mouth on you. Or his cock stuffing your hole.

You’re dripping and trembling with lust, ready to see what your boyfriend is going to do to you in front of the other man.

“She wants you,” Clint assures his friend, getting up and motioning for you to lie down on the couch.

“Looking like a slut when you’re around. She needs that extra cock. Right, baby?”

Your chest heaves as you whisper a soft ‘yeah’ and Joel rubs his scruffy cheek, hiding a lopsided smile.

Clint sits down at your bent legs and spreads your thighs with his big hands.

“Look at her, Joel. She’s too hot not to share.”

You smile at his praise and pull your top off revealing your naked breasts, presenting yourself to the men fully.

Joel adjusts his bulge with a curse and Clint whispers ‘good girl’ before leaning closer to palm your tit, making you whimper.

“But..,” he raises his brow and turns to Joel, ”this pussy’s for eating. Not only fucking.”

Clint pushes your thighs further apart and presses his hand to your folds. He massages them with his wide palm, spreading your slick over your heated skin, and you moan loudly, relishing the pressure on your cunt.

“Fuckin hell,” Joel murmurs and turns more to the couch.

“Hotter than hell,” Clint smirks and brings his lips to your inner thigh. He slowly drags them to your centre and lightly pecks your folds, tickling you with his facial hair. You bite your lip and start kneading your breast.

“Always start slow, Joel. Little kisses here and there.”

“Jeez, I know how to give head, Clint,” Joel groans, getting up and stepping up to the couch. “I’ve seen pussy before. I jus’.. don’t do it often...”

Clint rolls his eyes and then parts your pussy lips with his fingers.

"Been missing out, man. Bet you'd love to stick your dick in this soft hole, uh?"

Joel curses under his breath, his eyes taking in everything you are giving him. Clint murmurs ‘pretty’ to your pussy, then leans down and pecks your clit, his touch feather-light. You moan and buck your hips, chasing his hot mouth, but he ignores your need and keeps persuading Joel,

"Imagine how wet she's gonna be when you make her come on your tongue a couple times. Sticking your cock in a freshly eaten pussy... shit... a life changing experience, man. I swear you won't regret it."

While Clint’s pitching pussy eating to Joel, his thick fingers are gliding up and down over your spread folds, slightly grazing your twitching bud, pouring gasoline into a bright fire in your core.

"You really want me to eat out your girlfriend, Clint? fuck her?"

"Why not," Clint shrugs and, keeping your lips parted, gives the center of your pussy an open mouth kiss. ”She deserves it.”

“Joel, please,” you whimper, need thick in your voice, and your back arches, when Clint’s tongue draws a long wet stripe between your folds.

You flutter your eyes closed, barely hearing Clint’s comments, your heart pounding in your ears.

“Hnggg… juicy little cunt. Joel, check it out.”

Joel’s looking over you, perfectly positioned to watch Clint play with you.

Clint bends down and sucks your puffy clit between his lips, then releases it with a pop and stares intently at your hole. You feel it now. They both groan when a clear drop of your slick trickles down from your clenching hole down to your asshole.

Clint looks up at Joel and smirks,

“Want a taste?”

Joel clenches his jaws as you’re watching him with hazy eyes, tiny whimpers falling from your lips again and again.

“I want you,” you admit with the sweetest tone you can manage and the man’s eyes dart from your crying cunt to your glossy eyes.

He pulls his brows and then nods.

“Let’s get her to the bedroom,” Clint offers with a smile and takes you in his arms.

You bite your lower lip, failing to suppress a grin curving your lips, and squirm naked on the bed with anticipation.

“That’s what I’m talking about. The more the merrier, right, baby?”

You nod, sparkles flying out of your eyes, as you take in two hot men on the bed with you.

“Spread ‘em wider,” Joel commands, and you obediently throw your thighs apart as wide as possible, they’re lying on the bed at this point.

“That’s my girl,” Clint praises you and caresses your inner thigh with his hard knuckles.

Your skin erupts with chills when Joel slides his palm from your knee to your hip, gently, reading your reaction, making sure that you’re still on board. You very much are.

It’s the first time he’s touching you, and you shiver, looking up at him with your heart eyes, blown out and full of need.

“Bon appetite, buddy,” Clint pats Joel's shoulder, inviting him to taste his girlfriend’s cunt.

Joel takes a sharp breath and slowly leans down, torturing you with anticipation, but when he covers your whole pussy with his mouth, you gasp and moan his name, already on the brink of euphoria. He flicks his tongue over your clit and then starts making out with your cunt, languidly and sensually.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as a powerful wave of pleasure engulfs you fully.

“Fuck, that’s hot.” Clint watches, gliding his hand from your mound, over your heaving belly and to your chest. While Joel’s holding your thighs open, eating you out like it’s his last meal, Clint begins kneading your breasts, pulling at your nipples, twitching them to add fire to your ecstasy.

Joel dives out of your cunt and Clint asks him with a smirk,

“So?“

Joel’s breathing is heavy, licking his lips, his eyes two black pits of lust.

“Fuckin incredible.”

“Ah! Told ya!” Clint rubs his friend’s back with a proud smile and looks into your hazy eyes. “I’d eat her for breakfast, lunch and dinner, man. My baby’s delicious.”

“Thanks for sharing,” Joel mumbles and bends down again to lap at your crying hole.

“Yeah, like that,” Clint praises Joel’s skills when you moan loudly and dip your head back into the pillow.

“He’s doing good, babygirl?”

“Yeahhh, so good,” you mewl, losing your mind at how perfectly Joel’s full lips caress your folds and clit, while his hot tongue is collecting all the slick covering your beating pussy.

Joel’s lewd slurping together with your loud moans fills the room, and the electricity between the three of you hangs heavy in the air.

Clint is watching the show with his eyes dark and intent, palming his bulge, and then finally pulls his cock out.

When you see it spring out of his pants, engorged and leaking, your hand darts to it and you wrap your palm around his hot shaft.

“Nah, beautiful. Don’t worry ‘bout me, enjoy yourself.” He takes your hand off his cock and gently kisses your fingers. “He’s gonna wait for your pussy.”

He holds your hand, and leans down to give you a kiss, heady and passionate, grounding you in your overwhelming pleasure, but at the same time pushing you deeper into the pit of lust.

“Joel,” Clint calls after parting from your lips. “Wanna join you.”

Joel hums with your clit between his lips and it pushes you over the edge. You come crying, your eyes and pussy wet with euphoria, every cell of your body lighting up. The men hold you while you shake, your tits jiggling, your pussy leaking all over the sheets.

“Fuck.. what a sight,” Clint growls, running his huge palm over your trembling thighs while his other hand is gripping his cock.

“She’s beautiful.” Joel’s praise makes you smile through the hard orgasm, and when your body relaxes, you sigh happily and close your eyes.

Clint doesn’t give you any respite, though. A light slap lands on your hip and he growls,

“Need to eat this ass.”

Joel wipes your slick of his bearded chin and asks Clint,

“Can I fuck her pussy after?“

“Sure, man. You’re my best bud, what’s mine is yours.”

You giggle at Clint’s words, feeling yourself like a fuck doll and loving every second of it.

“‘k..,” Joel nods, “Let’s make her come again and then fuck her sloppy hole. If you don’t mind,” he turns to you and you purr,

“Never.”

Clint smiles and kneels on the floor. They manhandle your body so your ass is hanging off the bed and then Joel orders,

“Bend your knees, yeah, like this.” He lifts your legs and presses your knees to your sides, fully exposing your pussy and asshole to their obsidian eyes.

“Damn,” Joel groans when Clint glides his thumb over your tight ring which contracts at his touch, already soaked with your pussy juices.

Your boyfriend starts first.

He positions your ass at his face, holding your hips with his hands and presses his flat tongue to your asshole. You jerk and whimper, already in seventh heaven.

“Oh my god,” you moan and clasp Clint’s hair. He starts eating your ass, slurping shamelessly, drinking your moans and your pussy nectar, while Joel is kissing your inner thigh.

Your eyes meet and he gives you a warm smile, “Doin good, sweetheart.” Joel brings his hand to your face and cups your cheek, his thumb rubbing your heated skin and you purr at his touch, reveling in his warmth, trembling from every lap of Clint’s tongue against your asshole.

You choke on a moan when Joel leans down to your spread pussy and begins rubbing your clit with the flat of his tongue.

Your skin erupts in goosebumps, your thighs start trembling. You run your fingers through Joel’s greying curls and feel tears slide down to your temples when Joel’s tongue finds your entrance and he begins fucking your pussy.

These hot men between your legs, their big hands on you, their mouths devouring your holes— the sight alone can make you come but you fall apart from a shuttering orgasm when Clint pushes his tongue into your asshole and starts fucking you with his hot muscle just like Joel is fucking your pussy hole.

You explode with a loud cry, spraying your juices against Joel’s lips and chin, and he drinks everything he can get, and what escapes his mouth trickles down to your ass where Clint eagerly laps it off your heated skin.

They fuck you all night. Drunk on the unending orgasms, you don’t understand who’s between your thighs, whose cum is spilling into your stretched pussy, but you take each dick happily. They shower you with praise, suck on your puffy nipples, drag their hot hard cocks over your skin before sticking them in your hole again and again.

When your pussy gets filled to the brim, Clint fucks your ass, while Joel watches and jerks off, and then squirts his cum on your hickey-covered tits. Clint licks it off later with Joel’s dick buried deep in your overflowing cunt.

The night is a blur of lust, moans and bodily fluids. The room smells of sweat and sex and you take full lungs of the heady scent before falling asleep.

Early in the morning someone fucks your used pussy again, you have no clue who, and orgasm, dreaming of them both.

When you wake up, you make breakfast for the men, still dripping their loads, your thighs slippery and sticky. They eat and chat, smiling at you from time to time.

Joel’s eyes find yours again and again, they stick to your lips, your neck, your legs, reigniting a fire inside you. Seeing you chewing on your lip and squirming in your chair, Clint pulls you into his lap and kisses you.

At the door before leaving Joel gives you a tight hug and pecks your cheek.

“Thank you for the night, sweetheart.”

You’re leaning against the doorframe, watching him walk to his truck.

“Game on Saturday, Joel. Don’t forget”, Clint shouts to his friend.

Before getting in the car, Joel looks you up and down with his dark eyes and gives you a wink.

“Won’t miss it for the world.”

Clint pulls you in his arms and you smile like a happy cat. You can’t wait for Saturday to come.

Thank you for reading! Please comment and reblog if you enjoyed the fic! Your feedback means the world❤️

MASTERLIST

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[hexcii]

I bestow a simple drawing to thou ✨

Omg omg omg!!!!! ME???? ART OF ME????

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Thank you so much aaaaa!!!! <333333

[pale-gamkar-week]

Thank you to everyone who participated in this year's pale gamkar week !!!!! It was a delight to see so many gamkars day after day :') so sad it's over but looking forward for next year!!!!! :oD

[starryknight565]

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[cottoncandywhispers]

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[viorel-lette]

...Cowabummer 💔

[rruffian]

just layers and layers to this thing, huh.

[saywha413]

womp womp

[celestiamour]

logan howlett vs hugh jackman

(photos not mine, from pinterest & twitter)